#Speeding Bullet my beloved

[cartoonguy08]

thoughts on speeding bullet?

They are glorbos. I love them and I don’t draw the ship much but it’s very near and dear to me (I must binge every fanfic I see of them)

Though if I’m being honest if I were to draw them I’d probably draw them platonically as well. They’re sweet as a ship but also amazing as a platonic relationship. I like both I think.

Their love is very tender to me. Love every depiction of it but I’m a sucker for when they’re tender to each other. They bring the best out of each other. I need this more PLEASE

[hononara]

im ALIVE💜 decided to redraw my old art

[iianian69]

is there any other medisniperscout shippers out there who can think of any shipnames for them. im in need

[modroocko-mumbles]

the first “meet the artist” since the start of my art career…so yeah, this is it

[vv-ispy]

bless the bullet speed upgrade

[latenightskycotl]

OK gonna add a bit here due to some confusion in a couple reblogs.

Yeah, it’s actually been around a while, though I never really noticed it before until a follower pointed out the weird rock I found was indeed the infamous “traveling rock”. I had heard of it, but thought it was supposed to be a normal rock, and didnt know it could be picked up for wax until they said it was the rock.

They mention it in updates on Discord and posts on the official Sky blog. They’ll move it to a new area now and then, say something cute like “The traveling rock has decided to go vacation at the beach”, meaning Sanctuary, and it’ll be in a different spot in that realm every day.

They really wanted us to find the traveling rock today. 😂

If you’re having trouble finding a friend to high-five for the quest today, just go visit the Performance Guide. The high-five is in his friendship tree.

[biggunsblazing]

I first sketched it out on my notebook at school. Unfortunately they don't allow phones at class so it looks a little wacky. Then I redrew it in digital when I came back home! Wip of my beloved speeding bullet.

[k-meanzzz-better]

dont put yourself down!!! your art is absolutely amazing!!!!! i absolutely love how you draw speeding bullet it brings me so much joy

Oh, God, THANK YOU and everyone else for the kind words! I really, really appreciate it! Yall are awesome ❤

I LOVE drawing Speeding Bullet, so I'm glad that some of you enjoyed my work. They look so cute together, I can't resist drawing silly things with them~

I really thought you wouldn't read my words at the end from the last post, I'm so sorry for that!! It was a bad day, a bad conversation and I just… poured out my emotions here!

The truth is that I understand myself sooo poorly that my dear, beloved friend is doomed to bear with me and this blog. They're the reason I'm here and keep doing something (they're stubborn as hell...) I just can't see my work... complete or decent, and I can be very critical of myself, but who doesn't? Haha yeah…

So, what I wanted to say, a little insult to my art and I’m sad as crap for at least a week. That’s crazy. You should just ignore my outbursts cuz they’re stupid, don't worry.

And again, thank yall for everything!!! You can ask or give me ideas of what to draw whenever you want! I'll be flattered ;)

[a-rat-with-internet-accesses]

Like idk and Don care about the dark gods I just heard that we are throwing a king off their throne and was like "hell yea, count me in"

Also i will yell at them in my poor french angerly to assert psycological damage

I heard that war has been declared by @thetrueratking. Shall we be fighting?

- @rat-detector-8x

It was not that false king’s declaration, but my own. My stance is clear. Raise war. Light the fires. Raise the banners! We march under the standard that brings death to false kings.

Gather the others @rat-detector-8x

Let them know it is time to rally their own. And go to that damn king’s blog to wage our war. We must burn it all.

[ljubimaya]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 ꫂ ၴႅၴ ft. Baji Keisuke

Eros: romantic love, desire, the God of love

c/w: fluff, suggestive, fem! reader, nicknames (baby, doll, my woman), based on this silly post I made a while ago, heavily selfship coded, established relationship, he is a sap here, proposals/talks of marriage/having children (the latter is very subtle), would have posted earlier up docs didn't eat my draft + my writing capabilities took a nose dive.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·., not proofread

W/C: 2.5k (this was supposed to be 500 words...)

Baji Keisuke was an impulsive man. From waking you up at odd hours just to drive around on his bike, to involving you in his pyromanic car demolitions, your year long friendship was filled with chaos - the good kind, you'd argue. There was never a dull moment with your then best friend, now boyfriend. Boyfriend, what an odd way to call the man you have secretly pined over for many years. Too many years, to be honest, yet you never found it in yourself to confront your beloved, thinking he would never reciprocate your feelings. How foolishly wrong you were to think your best friend who you'd watch take other people out on his bike would reciprocate your feelings - or so you thought.

There was no way of telling what was going on in his mind, as Baji seemed to have perfected his pokerface over the years of being just your friend. Truly, you didn't even think he would fall for you the way you did for him, until Keisuke confessed to you. It wasn't obvious to anyone, but Baji Keisuke was a lover boy at heart; though he concealed his yearning to hold your hand and taste your lips very well. So he continued to dance on the line between friendship and courtship, unwilling to risk your year-long friendship over something he wasn't entirely sure you wanted back. Sure, he was better at hiding his true feelings than you by a long shot - as evident by your refusal to hold his gaze at every tender moment he shared with you. These were the times the impulsive ravenette fought himself to not grab your face with his large hand and crash his lips against yours, keen on keeping the illusion of platonic love.

Alas, what is meant to happen will always find a way, and Keisuke confessed his feelings to you after many painful years of mutual pining.

Your relationship with the impulsive man progressed at bullet speed. Not even five months have passed since you started dating, yet you and Keisuke have already renovated and moved into a small apartment not too far away from your work place - which didn't seem so weird to you at all. How could it be weird for you to move in with the man you love when you kissed him on the day of officially dating and shared the bed with him on the second? You and the ravenette were deaf to the concerns of friends and family advising you to “slow down” and “take your time”, too high of each other's love to pull the brakes on the speeding car that was your relationship. Truthfully, you didn't care if you crashed and burned as long as it was with him, and he shared the same sentiment as you.

“My ride or die” Keisuke whispered lowly against your lips as he pinned you down on your shared bed. His hands roamed all over your body, leaving no inch untouched and unattended. Your lover's calloused fingers danced over your hot skin, fueling your endless hunger for more; more of his kisses, more of his touch, more of him. A shiver ran down your spine at the deep rasp of his voice “Yes, your ride or die” you whispered breathlessly as your hands fist at his shirt, pulling and tugging on it in hopes of him abandoning the annoying piece of fabric.

A dark chuckle left his lips upon hearing your immediate confirmation. Your eagerness amused him; the desperate and needy look on your face was perhaps his second favorite view: your half lidded eyes gazing up at him, lips swollen from the endless unslaught of his kisses and bites, your make up smudged and your hair messy. Yet, despite your clear need for him, you looked at him as if he hung the stars himself. One look into your eyes, and the ravenette saw nothing but pure adoration and love no matter what - when you wake up, when you fight, when you're mad at him, when you're screaming at him, the spark of love always remained in your eyes at all times and outshone any other emotions you were feeling.

“You know” Keisuke’s hand traveled to your face, cupping your cheek as his thumb softly glitter over your glistening lips “You bring out the sap in me” Your eyes crinkle as a smile grew on your lips “Yeah, I know that already” you cheekily replied, kissing his thumb. Your boyfriend let out a deep chuckle at your reply “Of course you know that. You know everything about me, dontcha?”

“It'd be a shame if I didn't know my boyfriend well” you hummed as you gazed up at him. He looked so good on top of you - a soft smirk playing on his lips, a light flush on his cheeks and his hair cascading down, almost like curtains down on his sides. Keisuke was by far the most handsome man you knew, both inside and out. You loved many things - if not everything - about your other half. From his undying loyalty to his nurturing care towards animals, he couldn't be any more perfect to you.

“Would be a damn shame, right baby?” he started, leaning down to give your forehead a chaste kiss “I can't believe I got the sweetest doll laying in my bed. I gotta be the luckiest bastard ever” His lips traveled from your forehead to your nose, planting small kisses on his wake before stopping right above your lips.

“I can't believe I have you all to myself “ he whispered roughly as his lips brushed against yours ever so slightly, controlling the urge to smash his mouth against yours “After all these years of pining, yearning, holding back, I can finally call you mine” he moves to kiss your cheek ever so tenderly, his lips leaving behind a hot trail of kisses on his journey to your neck.

“You know what I love most about you?” Keisuke queried, his husky voice muffled from the little kisses the ravenette lovingly placed on your neck. A whimper left your lips at the gentle touch of his lips. There was no denying that your boyfriend was a wild and rough man who found enjoyment in marking you up with his bite marks - after all the whole world should know you were already spoken for. The unusual tenderness from your boyfriend seemed to melt every possible thought or input you had; you were left speechless, enjoying the softer side Keisuke showed you.

Usually, he'd be smug about the effect he had on you, but not this time. Instead, he kept on kissing along your neck to your collar bones “I love that you love me with your whole being” He hoarsely whispered against your skin “You love me like it's the easiest damn thing in the world when I know that's not the case” he leaves open mouthed kisses on your hot body, his teeth graze your soft skin tantalizing slow, careful not to apply too much pressure “You always worry about me, take care of my wounds after fights and endure sleepless nights when I'm dragging you out for some midnight snacks. I'm stubborn and hot headed and hot headed and impulsive, I'm also not the sharpest tool on the shed, yet you love me despite my flaws”

“Kei-” you breathlessly whimpered as he slowly sunk his teeth into your sweet flesh. The ravenette nibbled on your collarbone, delirious from your taste and the sounds of pleasure you made “I'm not done, baby” he muttered gruffly before kissing the bite marks he left on with "I love that I love you so damn much. Being with you taught me that no argument, no problem, no illness, not a single soul could tear me away from you” a shudder ran down your spine at his declaration. Heat spread across your cheeks, burning with the intensity that was the wild inferno of your love for him as he plastered your neck with more delicate kisses.

“You complete me, you bring out the best of me. Every day I wake up next to you is a blessing to me - even when you're drooling all over the pillows and forgot to take off your makeup before going to sleep” A laugh rumbled through his chest as he heard your gasps and giggles.

“Oh, shut up! That was a one time thing!” You tried to defend yourself from his accusation, giggling as you came face to face with the man on top of you. He lifted his face from your neck, a teasing glint in his eyes as he furrowed his brows “My camera roll says otherwise” You could only roll your eyes at him, and smile still playing on your lips as you tried to counter with a witty remark “Taking pics of sleeping people is weird, don't you think?”

“Nah, I'm taking pics of my woman. That's a whole different story” he countered effortlessly and without thinking too long about it before the teasing glint died down, replaced by the look of a love struck man. Truly, if the God of love existed, you'd imagine the tender look on your boyfriend's face being the product of being shot by cupid's arrows - but this wasn't the work of a higher entity commanding the man's feelings, forcing love onto him arbitrarily. Keisuke chose to stay in love with you, and the faintest, but sweetest voice in the back of your mind told you that he'd love you in every lifetime if there was such a thing.

“You have a death grip on my heart, baby” the ravenette continued “You ain't ever gonna get rid of me. I'm in it for life”

“For life?” You chuckled as you put a strand of his long, thick hair behind his ear “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're proposing to me” you teasingly stated, not having thought through what your reply could trigger within your lover. Normally, you would expect a witty remark back from him, something smug and teasing to keep the playful banter up; instead, you were greeted with silence.

Mentally slapping yourself, you wanted to take your words back as you watched the corners of Keisuke’s mouth fall, the sweet grin turning into a thin line. All of a sudden, the atmosphere turned from tender to serious.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Panic shot through your body at the sudden change. Did I just ruin our moment? you half wondered half accused yourself as your heart hammered against your ribcage furiously. Despite your relationship with Keisuke progressing at a rapid speed, you haven't brought up marriage yet. Truthfully, there never seemed to be an occasion that would have opened the door for any discussions pertaining to marriage and possibly wanting to have children until now. While you knew a lot of your boyfriend's views and goals, you weren't sure if marriage was in the books for Keisuke.

Swallowing hard, you realized that perhaps this conversation was to be held on another day. You opened your mouth to say something that could soothe the situation, that would serve as damage control, but nothing came to your mind. Thankfully, you didn't need to say anything, as Keisuke took initiative to end the deafening silence between you and him.

“I am” his deep voice rumbled through his chest, dark brown eyes looking into yours with unmatched sincerity and devotion “I know what I want, and I want you for life. I want the good and bad, through sickness and health, through poor and rich, I want you by my side”

It was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Your chest felt lighter and your legs weakened at your boyfriend's declaration of love. Thankfully, you were laying down on your shared bed instead of standing, or else you would have lost your balance and fallen to your knees. Heat spread out all over your body as his words finally fully sunk in - he was serious. He was proposing to you.

“Oh, Kei” you cupped his face ever so tenderly, thumb grazing against his warm cheek as you looked him deeply into his eyes. Your voice was unsteady and your vision got blurry, both from dizziness and the tears that welled up in your eyes. A strange mix of guilt and love fell over you. It was almost laughable how you misread him, because now that he has made his intentions clear, all doubts that lingered in your heart vanished at the snap of a finger. Of course he would want to spend the rest of his life with you, and you knew you wanted the same.

“What do you say, doll? Be my bride?” Keisuke whispered, his voice smooth as silk as the usual gruffness disappeared. The ravenette's voice might have been calm, but the subtle shaking of his body gave his nervousness away.

“Yes” you quietly replied in a shaky, breathy voice “Yes, I do” the answer left your lips a little too fast, almost eager - desperate even - to become fully his.

A grin spread across Keisuke's lips. He ducked his head down, his lips crashing with yours clumsily in a messy but passionate kiss. His lips molded perfectly against yours as if he was made for you to kiss; and you fit inside his arms as if you were made to be held by him. You weren't sure if there was a higher being dictating the fate of every human, but one thing you knew for sure: if you had a soulmate, it had to be Baji Keisuke.

“My little bride to be” he whispered against your lips between searing kisses “My little wifey”

“I'm not your wife yet” you countered, giggling at his eagerness. A deep chuckle escaped your fiancé's lips, a smug grin adorning his handsome face “You will be tomorrow” his thumb grazed across your cheek, wiping away your tears of joy “You know me, I'm not a patient man. You will get pretty tomorrow, and I will get us rings and an officiant”

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Let that be my problem, yeah?” he hesitated for a moment as if thinking about something, before he continued “You're fine with this, right? You don't mind us having a wedding so spontaneously?”

“No!” You responded quickly “not at all. I don't care if we make grand plans or none at all, as long as I'll become your wife” upon hearing your reassurance, the ravenette's face softened. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, his nose lightly grazing yours as he peers down on you “Then it's settled, doll. Tomorrow, you will be mine. Till death do us part”

You and your lover laid closely snug to one another throughout your last night as boyfriend and girlfriend, basking in the pure bliss that was your love and restlessly awaiting the next day. You didn't think about you having to rush and buy a cheap dress, or having no grand wedding cake, you didn't even think of how you would explain to your friends and family about your sudden elopement with Keisuke. None of that mattered to you when the man you loved most held you tight at night and promised to love you for eternity.

[theresattrpgforthat]

My roommate made a joke about wanting to play a sonic the hedgehog tabletop game. Is there a ttrpg for that?

THEME: Sonic the Hedgehog.

Your roommate is about to be surprised because there isn't just a single Sonic ttrpg. There's at least seven.

Speeding Bullets!, by Princess Grace.

In SPEEDING BULLETS!, you play as three to five intrepid, plucky anthropomorphic animals on a quest to save the day- or end it. It’s up to you, some six-sided dice, and your beloved SO (Shadow Operator) to determine the fate of the world.

SPEEDING BULLETS! is a single-page Lasers and Feelings hack where your stats are FAST! (hero) and GUN! (antihero). You and your friends will create Sonic OCs, randomly assign them backstories like "Dark Warrior's Advent" or "Purification via Ruination" from a table of 326 genders, and put them up against insurmountable odds, Dr. Robotnik, and their own rivals.

Lasers and Feelings games all have the same basic premise: you have one number that represents your abilities in two different stat, in this case, Fast and Gun. Rolling above the number is good for one stat, while rolling below the number is good for the other. Roll your number exactly? Then something special happens.

What Speeding Bullets takes from Sonic is rivalries, a perpetual quest to defeat Dr. Robotnik, and an alternate suggestion for playing as your character's rivals, taking references from Dark Mirror. The game also comes with a Gender Table, a roll-table that appears to reference every Shadow the Hedgehog ending.

Rainbow Runaways, by UkeleleBard.

You are an animal living in a human’s world. The humans have found you, and the military will pursue you with every weapon, vehicle, and trap they have at their disposal. You’ve only got one option. RUN!

Rainbow Runaways was created for the Caltrop Core game jam, and runs on the Caltrop Core engine by Titanomachy. You can play it Solo, or with a GM, with a deck of cards and a 1-3 d4's per player.

The goal is simple: escape the military by reaching the edge of the city. You track this by using a clock with 12 slices. The deck of cards represents the actions of the military as they pursue you. Your character is composed of three stats and three techniques.

All in all, Rainbow Runaways is succinct and to the point. I think one of the benefits of fan games like this is that much of the lore is already assumed to be known by the players, and as a result reading the game book can be much quicker, since you just need to learn the rules.

Edge Hedge Arena (Beta), by ANIM TTRPGS (@anim-ttrpgs).

Throughout all human history, people have been given names. You thought yours was only mean to be used as an identifier, but you were wrong. Your name was chosen carefully, with the conscious (or subconscious) knowledge that one day it would inextricably link you to a champion of immense power who is also a hedgehog. This “game” serves as a set of instructions for revealing this mighty guardian, so they can defend your honor and name in a battle to the freaking death!

Still in the early stages, Edge Hedge Arena is partially a battle game. This is firmly a pvp game, using your weapons, powers and style to give you an advantage in the arena. However, first and foremost, Edge Hedge Arena feels like a bit of a love letter to the Sonic Fandom, more than Sonic itself. When you make a character, you actually have to search for art of a hedgehog OC online!

Chaos & Control, by farmergadda (@farmergadda).

Chaos & Control is a hack of Lasers & Feelings by John Harper, inspired by a similar hack, Steel & Spirit by Occupied Hex. In this game, Players will take on the roles of colorful, cartoony animal people and go on adventures through fantastic locations, facing off against maniacal foes, and looking really cool while doing so.

Another Lasers & Feelings hack, Chaos & Control adds the use of character types to further differentiate your characters, as well as tokens that can be used to trigger powerful moves unique to your character. For the GM, there's a number of roll-tables to help generate locations, problems, badniks, and so much more.

Rings and Running Shoes, by RingsandRunningShoes.

Welcome to Sonic's World - A universe unique and beyond what you know from the SEGA games! Where, inspired by Sonic and other heroes of the franchise, you and your friends will create a team of heroes that will save the world from the forces of evil!

The system is based on PbtA with heavy modification to fit the care-free power fantasy of Sonic's Adventures, but anyone familiar with the core game, should know the basics. On a very surface level the gameplay loop consists of alternating between "Peace and Quiet" and "Stages" sections. During P&Q your group will rest, prepare for the Stage, roleplay and develop your characters.

One of the benefits for PbtA games is playbooks. Playbooks keep most of the information that a player will need to know in one place, allowing you to choose a character type based on vibes, and then make selections within just the options provided to you. It's excellent for minimizing choice paralysis, and it can make teaching the game simpler, as each player has a number of references to the rules that are specific to their character in front of them at all times.

Mobius, by Ioan Davies-John.

Mobius is a fan-made tabletop wargame based on Archie Comics’ 24-year run of Sonic the Hedgehog, allowing you to fight Large Skirmishes in the gone-but-not-forgotten take on Sonic's World!

It features stats for all your favorite heroes and villains, and rules to suit every play-style from hordes of Eggman Robots to squads of elite Freedom Fighters. There’s an ever-evolving plethora of army books and supplements to represent the many factions within the pages of the world’s most way past cool comic!

Mobius is a tactical wargame, focused on moving little guys around on a map and taking down your opponents. There's plenty of minutiae here for folks who love figuring out what strategies work for them, including various extra rules, as well as 14 different factions to choose from. If you're not sure who you can play this with, the designer has a link to their community discord on their Itch page!

If you want something a little different in theme but similar in spirit, you might interested in Davies-John's other sonic game, a naval wargame set in the same universe: Egg Fleet!

Radical Spin, by Will Uhl (@raffitheowl)

Will you beat your evil twins, stop the robot army, and survive the perils of high school?

Radical Spin is a micro-RPG about melodramatic action animals. Hedgehog heroes, will you beat your evil twins, stop the robot army, and survive the perils of high school? Live out your bad fanfic fantasies today!

I don't know much about this game, but based on what I can find out about it, it seems to be designed to shine when you're exploring Sunday Morning Cartoon-style plots. I'm expecting characters with abilities that are larger than life, as well as a fairly simple rule set that's easy to pick up and learn without much trouble.

You might also be interested in...

My Silly Games recommendation post, which has a link to a Sonic game called Spindash!

I've also got a Ko-Fi account where you can leave me a tip if you like what I do!

[lenny-link]

Wait, if you like speeding bullet, could you make more? Also, thank you so much! It made my day! 🥹

sniperscout my beloved <3

My hc for scouts is that they have the weirdest way to court/flirt with someone, same level of weird of those silly bird dances males birds do to attract females lol

And thank You! glad you enjoy the content :D

[scekrex]

Ask and I shall, deliver! Since you've asked for some prompts, I've had this one in my mind :D

How about a male reader being married to Adam, the whole last extermination day happens, battle at the Hotel and Adam dying. The reader couldn't save his husband, goes back to Heaven depressed as shit and not even for one day believes that Adam is actually dead (reborn sinner!Adam is my jam, can you notice?), so in secret from Heaven he goes to hell under disguise to search for his husband. When he finally finds him, he runs at him full speed at squeezes him as tightly as he can. Adam thinking that reader forgot about him and wouldn't want to be with him even if he was alive since he was now a sinner and the reader just saying: When I was marrying you, I vowed to you "Through thick and thin, through sickness and health, till death do us part", you don't look very dead to me.

Basically just sweet ol' hurt/comfort with a happy ending :V Btw, love your work! Genuinely keeps me awake at night making up scenarios in my head, damn 💀

Also, you've just been squished Adam'd 😎

squished Adam my beloved whoooooo

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, temporary character death

note: not beta read bc idc

Lucifer was punching Adam, again and again. You couldn't see but you heard. You heard his groans and yelps filled with pain and then there was silence.

You stood up as well as possible. Your leg was badly injured, some fuck up had almost cut it off entirely, your shoulder was shattered because that fucking porn demon had managed to hit your wing with two bullets which had caused you to crash down onto the ground due to the sudden pain.

“Adam,” you groaned as you slowly made your way over to where your husband was. You were worried, fuck that, you were frightened. While the demons hurting Adam's soldiers was one thing, them actually hurting Adam was something different entirely.

Adam crawled out of the pit, blood smeared across his face, a blue eye and several other facial injuries. Fuck it would take a long time for all of that bullshit to heal. “No, you don't get to end this,” you heard the voice of the first man speaking to the sinners that had gathered up around the pit Lucifer had created when he and his hell spawn of daughter had slammed the taller man onto the ground. “I’m fucking Adam, I’m the fucking man,” he stood up, finally facing the sinners he had been battling the entire time and you wanted to rush to him, to simply grab him and fly off before worse things could happen. Adam was already hurt, there was no need to stay longer and make things worse. However, the cannibal that suddenly grabbed your food and yanked it off the ground caught you off guard, made you crash onto the ground yet a second time as a loud scream of pain erupted from your chest. That motherfucker had torn your leg off even more. It was still attached to your body but the wound was huge and the blood had already managed to get through the fabric you had wrapped around it in panic, covering the once black fabric in shiny golden blood.

Adam's head snapped in your direction at that though and he was quick to react and rush over to you. Not that you needed help however, once you had noticed the danger you were quick to shatter the cannibal’s skull and shove him off of you. “Adam,” you called out for your husband again, you stretched your arms out, ready to pull him into a tight, warm hug. A few steps in front of you he stopped though. It took you too long to register what had just happened and your brain only seemed to catch on when Adam's body hit the ground. He had fallen face forward, revealing the little demon girl that was now sitting on his back and that was happily holding onto the dagger that had just been rammed through Adam's chest. “NO,” you screamed, crawling over to the man you loved most. The grip on your halberd was far from steady and the pain fogged up your mind so much that you weren't able concentrate and use it properly, so instead of slicing that fucking whore in half, all you were able to accomplish was to poke her, maybe leave a scratch on her cheek.

However, it did the job and she got up, the little bastard happily walked over to where Charlie stood. “Adam, c’mon you fucking idiot,” you cried out once you had reached his body. Your physical pain was easy to ignore compared to the emotional pain you were feeling, so you sat down and pulled the brunette's head on your lap to steady him. “Please babe, you can fucking do this,” you ripped a huge piece of fabric from your robe and pressed it onto his still bleeding wound, panic filled your body.

What if…

“Don’t fucking leave me bitch, talk to me,” you were yelling and the sinners were watching, a thing you really couldn't care less about. “Fuck, babe, don't you dare and die on me,” you gently cupped his face with one hand, the other continued to press the fabric to Adam's chest in order to hopefully stop the bleeding. The sinners started to mumble, they were obviously talking about the both of you.

Adam turned his face slightly to look you in the eyes and all that he was able to manage was a smile. Fuck. “You’re not allowed to fucking die, you hear me? I-” you flinched when a hand came to rest on your shoulder in order to ground you. It was Lute who was standing behind you. She wasn't providing comfort, that much you knew. She was here to force you to leave. You shrugged her hand off of you forcefully, “Don’t fucking touch me, I'm not leaving him-” Lucifer interrupted you. “Yes you fucking are. You'll gather your fucking soldiers and you'll lead them back to heaven, right fucking now.”

You glanced down at Adam, who's eyes had fallen shut in the meantime and you couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye and rolled across your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away though. As gently as possible you moved Adam to lay on the ground. Lute reached for your arm in order to help you to get up and once she was sure you stood somewhat safely she bent down to grab Adam's halo.

You ripped that out of her hand faster than she was able to react. Usually she had a sharp tongue, this time she remained quiet though. Apparently she knew not to mess with you now.

You moved you wing a little to test the waters, the physical pain was numbed by the emotional pain you were going through and so you flew off, followed by all the angels that were still alive - compared to the amount of angels that had followed you from heaven to hell it was nothing though, so many soldiers had lost their lives.

Adam had lost his life.

-

Life in heaven without Adam was clearly not the same. Sera had seemed more grateful that the first man was finally gone than sad, fuck that stupid bitch.

It didn't take them long to heal your wounds once you were back in heaven, your leg sure had been a complicated case but only two weeks later it had been back to normal, well if you ignored the scar that was now wrapped around your thigh. But you didn't mind, how could you mind about something so small as a scar when you were dying inside more and more by every day that passed. There was no reason to care about the little things anymore. The only reason that had made you care before was gone for good now and the voices that kept telling you to visit hell weren't helping.

It had started one week after the extermination, one week after Adam had died. At first it had been subtle, just a tiny whisper every now and then, but as time passed they grew louder and louder until you weren't able to tune them out anymore.

You were sitting on the edge of the highest building in heaven and watched. You watched the lights and the angels, how everyone seemed so happy, how most of them didn't know. It seemed like everyone had just forgotten about your husband, that it was nothing, they acted like losing Adam for good was just a thing that they weren't gonna talk about because of him unimportant it was.

Fuck that.

-

The Hell Embassy was empty when you entered it, no angel ever went there because they wanted to - to be fair most of the time it had been Adam who had set foot in the building. You had accompanied him often enough to know about the elevator that went down there, it was used for Adam to travel down to hell safely when the yearly meeting with Lucifer popped up on his agenda.

You weren't sure why, you weren't sure what it was either but something was calling you, tempting you to use the elevator and go down to hell. Maybe it was so that you could say a proper goodbye to Adam? That had to be it. It probably wouldn't help much, why would it? But it was worth a shot. And you needed the voices compelling you to visit hell to shut up, it was unbearable being reminded about Adam's death daily.

The only angel in heaven that had offered to listen to you was Emily, the little girl had been quick to notice that something wasn't right, that something must've had happened. So you told her since Sera had decided that Emily's only task was to keep the people of heaven happy.

Another bullshit move from heaven, the kid was capable of more.

Once the elevator stopped and its doors opened in front of you, you stepped outside. You thought the voices would quiet down now that you were in hell, but the opposite was the case. The voices and whispers were louder than ever, they were almost screaming, yelling, crying out for you to step outside the Heaven Embassy.

You wanted to scratch your eyes out, rip your ears off, anything that would stop the voices from being so fucking loud. So you listened to them. You stepped outside the church-like building and your eyes roamed over the full streets of hell. There were people everywhere and none of them seemed to pay any mind to you.

Slowly you started to walk away from the building and once your foot stepped on the sidewalk the voices were gone. They didn't quiet down to a whisper, they straight up died, they were gone.

And then you saw him. A gigantic demon with fluffy brown hair, two huge, black horns were attached to his head and you were sure you noticed subtil golden highlights on them too. His face hadn't changed the slightest, he was still pale, maybe even a little paler than he had been as an angel. His eyes were still golden.

Your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, what you were seeing.

You were seeing Adam.

You rushed over to him, flying faster than ever before. You tackled him to the ground, made sure you'd be the one hitting the ground in order not to hurt him. “Adam,” you whispered happily as you held the taller man tightly. The demon had tensed up at first but the second he had heard his name being spoken so softly, so lovingly, he eased up. “The fuck are you doing here, you crazy bitch,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You didn't respond though, it would be too complicated to explain everything to him and you just got him back.

So instead you wrapped your wings around the both of you and kissed him softly, your hands in his soft, brown hair. The taller man groaned against your lips with pure delight, kissing you back just as passionate. “Dear God, I thought I'd have to die in order to kiss you like that again,” you mumbled against his lips. A soft chuckle rumbled through Adam at that and he pulled you even closer, “Knew it, you can't get enough of me.” You simply placed yet another kiss to his lips, “Correct, that's why I'm gonna stay here. With you.”

Adam froze at that, his arms around your body tightened a little, “You still wanna be with me?” The question seemed stupid to you, what was the man you had married thinking? Of course you still wanted to be with him. “When I was marrying you,” you began, a small kiss placed on his lips, “I vowed to you ‘Through thick and thin',” a quick kiss was pressed to Adam's cheek. “‘Through sickness and health, till death do us part’ and let me tell you babes,” you leaned in close, your lips softly brushed against his ear as you whispered, “We were already past that stage when we got married, I'm not giving you up because God decided to be a motherfucking bitch, that fucker can suck my dick, he won't take you away from me.”

At first Adam didn't respond, he just looked you in the eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grabbed you by your collar, pulled you closer, closer, closer and hissed, “The only one allowed to suck your fucking dick am I, is that clear?”

[jevilowo]

Not sure if ive already done this. But.

Predictions for COMIC 7

CHARLES DARLING WILL BE THE FINAL ENEMY besides Helen. Trust me on this one I swear they wouldn't have brought him in if they didn't have plans. ALSO the mother of the Mann triplets (Bette Mann neé Darling) was RELATED TO HIM HE'S RELEVANT. I'm so convinced he's the one Helen made a deal with and he's going to make a grab for Mann Co.

We'll get to see Bilious Hale in a flashback and find out what happened to him. Bilious Hale, oh guy who punched coal out of mines and sat on John Wilkes Booth while other people shot at him, my beloved. I hope they don't reveal he was a bad father or anything.

A woman is nice to Ms Pauling for once and she gets a smooch. She deserves it. Hopefully it won't be a smooch from Helen (DAMN YOU 4CHAN LEAKS), the old lady's had her hired since Pauling was in her mid teens.

WE GET HORSEMANN LORE! this is just wishful thinking on my part the Horsemann makes me insane. Shout out to Silas Mann fr. If he doesn't show up, I hope they at least acknowledge or reference him. I swear they had plans for him back in 2010. Which they then immediately abandoned in favour of developing Mann vs Machine.

Spydad reveal. Pretty much a given. No need to elaborate. I hope Scout’s mother shows up I love her.

Demo gets something important to do! He's only been there for comedic bits so far really, so I think he deserves some Serious Plot Stuff.

Build up to and cop out on Pyro face reveal. The whole thing of Pyro's character is the mystery, so I think the funniest way to go about a face reveal would be for us to only see the team's reactions and have them all react very differently e.g. Scout vomits, Demo gives them the thumbs up, Spy starts taking horrified notes, Engie looks vaguely lovestruck, Saxton Hale expresses annoyance that they aren't actually *insert obsucure species of something here* like he thought.

CONAGHER LORE!! By which I mean Engie shows up and has a chat with Fred about Radigan and immortality and whatnot. Fred has to have been spared from the bloodshed for a reason, right?

Classic Medic shows up! Or they confirm he is dead. Or they confirm he is Pyro which is a funny theory I read once but sincerely doubt. Maybe they'll pull a Bea and have him have been a girl the whole time.

I have a crackpot theory that Helen/Elizabeth is actually Bette Mann (again, mother of the Mann triplets), and while it's unlikely to be true, it would genuinely be so funny if I'm right so WATCH THIS SPACE. My main reasoning is Helen started her Australium search the year the triplets were born, aka the year Bette DIED, and also Bette is a nickname for Elizabeth. Also also it adds to my theory that she will team up with Charles Darling, who is, as I've already said, related to Bette.

Olivia gets to do something important also. Saying this bc she's mostly been a prop so far. I'm manifesting a sideplot where she summons the Horsemann to beat up Charles Darling for her.

Merasmus returns! Last we saw he was arrested, but Jay Pinkerton really likes his Soldier/Merasmus interactions so chances of him coming back are high.

There will be a joke like "geez it feels like it's been seven years since we beat grey mann" and a panel where everyone just lets that process before going back to plot stuff

Chances are, a new comic after so many years means there will be new writers, and the fandom has changed quite a bit since the last one. There will be SUBLIMINAL SPEEDING BULLET SHIPPING. There will be MORE FOCUS THAN IS REALLY NECESSARY on Scout. SOMEONE WILL THEY/THEM PYRO which sounds great actually you know what I forgot where I was going with this godspeed.

ZHANNASOLDIER WEDDING FINALE!!!

[onlywhenthemoonshines]

Can you write sonic the hedgehog x reader. Sonic and them are already in a relationship, but on day, Reader dies. Sonic is devasted. But then they come back as a ghost. He's like really happy, but he can't hug them, as his touch just goes through them. He, and others, can't interact with them, any physical touch has to be done by reader, or it just goes through them.

I've just been thinking of this in my head.

I am so sorry this took so long to get to. The ending isn't be best because I was out of ideas.

Sonic X Reader

Tw: Death, angst, blood, Murder

It all started like a normal day. Sonic was relaxing on a tree branch while eating a chili dog, as this was his rare day off from being the hero. Then an idea came to him, why not spend it with his partner. The blue hedgehog jumps off the tree he was just seconds or milliseconds ago and goes speeding to his parents house.

Just before he arrives he gets this feeling that something is wrong…very wrong. Sonic tries to push this feeling aside but his gut is telling him otherwise it was not good when his gut

told him to do something especially when it came to his lover. So I took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was silent and dark too silent. The feeling was back and worse than ever. “Y/n! y/n!” Sonic called but no response. Okay now this was bad you thought to himself. Maybe they are just sleeping. He tried to reason but of course his gut told him otherwise.

Blue Hedgehog kept searching the house while calling out his lover's name with no response. He opened the door to their bedroom to find something that absolutely horrified him. It was his beloved lying there in a pool of blood cold as the winter itself with a bullet straight through their heart just where he is hurting right now.

He couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't want to believe it. He backed away slightly, eyes wide with panic, sorrow and fear. He tried every time he tried to see if there's any chance to wake them up but there was not. They were gone for good.

The days that followed were a blur the funeral was dark and Sonic felt numb having to see his beloved get buried in a casket where he could never see them either just hear her voice or just be with them in general was the worst punishment he could ever receive. The Hedgehog somewhat blinked himself if he'd only been there sooner they would as they would still be here with him and not Six Feet Under.

About 2 weeks after the funeral he hears a noise in his kitchen. . He doesn't feel the need or the energy or the desire to even check it out but his gut told him you should probably investigate this dude.

Initially he ignored his gut because his gut didn't warn him about the Intruder who killed his lover. But didn't get shut up no I kept on and kept insisting he checks it out. After about 3 minutes he sighs internally lecturing his gut for making him get up when he has no energy. What he sees shocks him.

There in the kitchen was his very lover who he had to bury weeks prior. Big loads lately but still they were there tears of happiness still down still down Sonic's cheeks. They turned around themselves and smiled tears of joy on their cheeks as well.

They rushed to each other normally where there would have been a collision of sorts. There was only a collision with Sonic and the carousel which was painful (rip sonic LOL).

Why didn't gasps and Rush towards him as son groaned holding a hand to his stomach where he had just got smacked by the countertop. When Ryan tried to comfort him their hand went straight through to both of their Horrors. Now it was all becoming clear. His back but not in physical form. They are a ghost.

Both of them took some kind of process. It was a double-edged sword to be honest. Sure his lover was back but he couldn't hug them. Kiss him. Do the deal with them. But still they had no choice but to just be with each other.

The others were all shocked, tails being tails asked a bunch of questions. Sonic Basically told tails to chill as he nor y/n knew what happened either. But to be honest, they had seen worse and stranger than this.

[just-trying-my-best-everyday]

My Timebomb fanfic from two years ago suddenly started getting a ton of traction on AO3 (hilarious, if you ask me), so I went looking through my drafts for another fanfic I remember writing at the time. It's not finished, it's not good enough for AO3 but I still want the Tumblr Whores to have it, so here:

Life is funny.

That was Ekko's last thought before he jumped off the roof and landed heavily on his hoverboard, making it heel over and skim the surface of the river below. It splashed his boots, the water seeping through the leather and reaching his socks. He stabilized himself and shot up. Time was a precious commodity he couldn't afford to waste. 

A bullet barely missed the top of his head when he abandoned the cover of the wall. He spun above the building, keeping his eyes firmly locked on her.

Ah, Jinx. Destructive, dangerous, bad news in one of the most beautiful disguises nature could offer. The Firelights' worst concern. Little Man's biggest regret. She made him feel like she was the only one who could pump air in his lungs, his hands itched to strangle the wind out of hers. His first love, his most ardent hatred. He would gladly mourn her at her feet one second if he could drive a knife through her heart the next. Her features were familiar, she'd gotten rid of several faces he forced himself to add to the mural, right next to hers. 

He would kill her today.

Would he hesitate?

Frustrated, he stomped the front of his board. It tilted forwards and he dove down, club in hand, ready to strike. Jinx saw him out of the corner of her eye and shot indiscriminately. As he dodged the first round, he suddenly thanked his gut for recommending he handled this particular mission alone. Her machine gun was effective to a fault with big groups, but much less so individually. It was heavy and even though she was definitely strong enough for it, it slowed her down and made her deadly aim slightly more manageable. All he needed was to eliminate some distance and he'd have her.

He swung when he got close. She ducked. Of course she ducked. Then it was just a game of speed: would he turn his hoverboard around the fastest, or would he get a bullet in the neck? 

She won, she was always faster and faster. With the years, he'd learned he couldn't keep up. All he could do was face her for just the right amount of time for her shot to hit the board instead of him and send him tumbling to the ground. 

Static noise fizzled in his ears on first impact. His mask cracked and fell apart a moment afterwards. He shook his head and the white dots on his field of vision disappeared. The club was still on his hand, Jinx had yet to open fire on him. That was all he needed to know before lunging forward, screaming.

She laughed. She always laughed, even as he knocked her beloved weapon out of her hands and forced her to back away to avoid his hits. 

"Ah, Boy Savior," she proclaimed as if he were the guest she'd been expecting. "Long time no see. Came to check up on little old me? I'm touched."

He charged forward again. Yes, he had. He always did. Always on her heels to find out where she'd been, who she'd crossed, how she came out of those encounters she didn't try to avoid. "Studying the enemy", that was what he called it, what his Firelights thought it was. But some knew. Eve added tidbits about her in her reports, Scar dissuaded others from joining in missions just like this one when intel indicated she'd be around with a stern glance. They never brought it up, never shamed him for it, but they knew Ekko still saw a sliver of Powder in Jinx, even if he was pretty damn good at ignoring it.

She holstered herself up on a nearby pipe like a feline and his club met only metal. "Feeling very chatty today, aren't we?"

"Get down from there." He wiped the sweat off his upper lip.

"Nope."

"We're fighting."

"You're fighting, I wanna chat about our days and have a nice cup of tea together."

"Unless you wanna talk about Shimmer, I'm not interested."

"But that's so boring." She rested her chin on her fist and propped her elbow up on her knee. "And I have nothing to tell you that you don't already know, do I? I'm not in charge of that stuff. You should ask Sevika. I get it, she's not as pretty as me—"

"Enough chit chat," he cut her off and slammed his club into the pipe.

Smoke sizzled out of the dent he left in the metal. She bellowed when it clouded her, so she stood up, holding her gun with murderous intent. Her hand didn't tremble as she pointed down and slowly scanned her surroundings in search of a target. He crouched deeper into the makeshift fog. She was right above him. If he jumped—

"There you are."

A shot rang in his ear, missing his arm by an inch. The bullet ricocheted against the ground and clanked to a stop near his feet. He looked up and saw her sardonic smile, the ever present tinge of craze cranked to a hundred. The trajectory of the shot had cleared a straight path through the smoke.

One.

She fired again. He dodged and ran towards the areas where the smoke was denser. It did him no good; she just blew it off again. Two.

He dropped to the ground when a third bullet whistled by his ear. A fourth one lodged firmly into another pipe behind him, making it puke a dark goo all over his shoes. The one that flew off the roof was five and the one he managed to deflect with a bunt of his club was six.

No one was too much of a threat with an empty cartridge. 

He kicked the parapet and propelled himself into the air. Jinx had a thumb on the cylinder, ready to push it open and reload, but she didn't get a chance. Her eyes flashed wide in surprise, and next thing she knew, he had hammered his weapon into her ribs and thrown her off the pipe.

They tumbled down together after he lost his momentum. He heard her gasp when she collided against something. His joints cried at the repeated abuse he put them through by falling from different heights, but he regained his footing immediately and attacked again. Even though she was still on the ground, she slithered away from the swing of his club. So he tried again and again. He hit the ground again. Curse her, she could never stop being faster than him, nimbler, more agile. 

It had always been like this, hadn't it? She used to fit in every vent and alley like she fit in the cracks of his heart and he used to win wrestling matches with as much ease as he tore holes in the concrete roof.

Finally, she reached the edge. She tried rolling to the side, but he discarded the club and snagged her up by the shoulders. His fingers dug into what little flesh she had. She was all bone and skin that quickly turned purple in his grip. She growled and twisted, her nails pulling at his coat in a vain attempt to break free. But he rammed her body against the parapet and ignored her manic, wordless objections as he tried to bring himself to tighten his hands around her throat.

She spat on his face. "Violent behavior for a savior."

He clenched his fingers, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure. "Shut up."

"Come on!" She wheezed. "Do it, Boy Savior! Go all in before it's too late!"

"Shut up."

"Don't tell me you're scared!" Even choking, she laughed. "After all this time, you get scared now?"

"Shut up, shut up," he hissed, "shut up."

"You can shut me up," she suggested innocently. "Forever. But hurry up, I'm getting impatient here."

He was trying. He wanted to press down and get it over with. But Powder… No. Powder was dead. He was just getting rid of the corpse.

"Okay, yeah, you're taking too long." He felt cold steel against his side, right above his left hip. "My turn."

Of course, he thought. Of course she had modified her cartridge to hold seven bullets instead of six. Of course he'd failed to take that into account. Of course she'd wait until he had her to pull her final, most cruel prank. 

Through the splotches of white in his vision, he saw Powder's muscles tense to push him off herself and dump him over the parapet. He saw her face, framed by choppy bangs, curiously peek over the side of the building as he fell. Her hand caressed her neck and the pain that blazed in his abdomen mixed with guilt. I'm sorry I hurt you. He tried to reach out to her, because goddamn, he missed her. I just wanted to save you. 

But she was too far away and his body crashed into the warm water below. As he sank, he found out he couldn't swim. His mouth filled with water and blood as he tried to scream her name.

Everything went dark.

- - -

Jinx had already mentally prepared her thank-you speech for when Silco congratulated her for finishing off the leader of those pesky Firelights when she realized Ekko was going to drown. 

Ekko. 

Drown. 

Die.

"Way to go, Jinx," Mylo leaned over the parapet to watch. "You killed the last one of us. Guess you can cross that off your list."

"I don't want to hear it," she growled, but she remained frozen in her spot, watching Ekko sink lower and lower.

Ekko. 

Sink.

Drown. 

Die.

"You're really going to let him die?" Claggor had always been kinder and more soft spoken. It was usually a welcome change from Mylo's harsh truths, but right now, it felt like a spear through the ribs. "Like this."

"Yes. No. I have to."

Claggor sighed, disappointed.

Ekko.

Die.

The water was polluted. If he magically didn't drown, the garbage would infect his wound and kill him painfully. 

Had they hurt when they died? 

"You know, it was unavoidable," Mylo continued. "One by one, we would all fall before the Jinx."

She barely registered his words through her throbbing pulse in her temples. 

Ekko 

Die.

Forever.

Gone.

Silco wouldn't be happy. Sevika would want her head. She didn't care what Sevika thought. Silco wouldn't congratulate her on this.

"Dive in first," Claggor encouraged her. "Think it through later."

Ekko. 

He couldn't die.

Not like this, not yet.

Not by her hand.

"Give it up, Claggor, she can't save anyone." Mylo. Always so mean. "All she can do is break."

Ekko.

"—curse—"

He wouldn't die. 

"—and jinx everything."

The rest of Mylo's insults were lost in the whooshing of the wind as she jumped.

- - -

Ekko stumbled in and out of consciousness. He saw his feet, half staggering, half dragging through mud. He heard cursing in a familiar voice. He felt something dense and warm trickling down his leg. Every cell on his body was on fire, but he was shaking.

It was so cold.

After half an hour of drowsy pain, a faint smell of trees brought him back. Green spots. Moonlight. Life. With extreme effort, he forced himself awake. The first thing he noticed was the bony arm holding him up, covered in swirls of blue. 

"Welcome back, Boy Savior."

Powder?

Jinx.

He struggled weakly. If there was grass, there was only one place they could be. The Firelight Hideout. Jinx was in the Hideout. She had him, probably as a hostage. Scar wouldn't fight for him, neither would Eve or the others. He knew they'd surrender for him. It couldn't end like this. Powder had been the end of him, but Jinx wouldn't be the end of them.

"Woah, relax, silly." She tilted his weight onto herself. "You're hurt. Don't wanna bleed more than necessary, do we?"

His mind finally began to clear and he realized they were already in front of his cabin. She kicked the door open and walked him through. Helped? Impossible. It had to be a trick. He shoved her away and his side flared up in pain of a thousand colors as soon as he set his left foot down. His knees buckled underneath him and his back hit the desk. 

"Would you stop that?" She yanked him up and threw his arm over her shoulder to support him. "Someone's going to hear us."

"If they do, all the better." He didn't try to break away again. She was the only thing keeping him standing and he didn't like the plan of falling and bleeding all over everything again. Because yes, he was bleeding, as far as he could tell by the wet stain on his pants and the puddle on the floor. "I'll scream. They'll get you."

"Please." She helped him lay down on the bed and turned around to lock the door. It worried him even more when she propped up a chair against it. "You know damn well your goons wouldn't last a minute against me."

They would. She was unarmed, possibly battered up from their fight, and completely surrounded. Then again, he wouldn't put it above her to blow everything up with one match and a bottle of soda.

So he opted to slowly settle down on the bed, moving as little as humanly possible. "They're not my goons."

"Don't go all semantics-crazy on me. Where do you keep the first aid kit?"

He pointed towards the closet. Soon enough, her weight dipped down the mattress by his side, and he didn't have the strength to kick her out.

"Okay, Boy Savior," she pulled out gauze and a latex glove and set them on the nightstand. "I'm taking the bullet out. It'll suck. Hold on to something."

"Are you insane?" He blocked her hand before she could get close to his wound. "Leave it there. Do you want me to bleed out?"

She looked him dead in the eye. "Do you know all the shit I put in my bullets? It's been an hour already. It's a marvel you're not dead. So stop moving if you don't want to die."

"I'll get a doctor instead."

"You don't need a doctor with me here."

"You are the reason I need a doctor at all."

"Oh shush." She set his hand down on the mattress by his side. "Hold your breath."

He closed his eyes and heard the latex snap against her skin. This was an awful idea. Life endangering even. And he let her? He really just allowed her to reach inside his wounds to pull out a bullet she put in? What in the world—

His entire body contorted when something that was once hard and cold came out warm and covered in things he needed to live. It was like opening a tap. Blood spilled like water out of a fountain and wet his clothes and his bed. He held back a scream. A hand clutched his own and he squeezed. 

It wasn't like he hadn't lived through worse, but knowing it was Jinx patching him up hurt a hundred times more.

He slowly opened his eyes. She had pulled up his shirt up to his stomach and was wrapping clean cloth around his waist. He squinted at the way she swiftly worked with only one hand. She hadn't let go yet, so he did first and gripped the covers instead. He was still shaking.

Red seeped through the bandages, but she kept adding more until it was kept under control. The pressure on his hip felt relieving. Not good, not any less painful, but at least he wasn't dying.

He didn't thank her. He would never.

"There we go," she patted his side. "Good boy. Good Boy Savior."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Nuh-uh," she wiggled a finger in the air. "No complaints are accepted if you throw away your shot at shutting me up."

His eyes landed on the dark marks in her neck. They were even, almost like they'd been painted with thin brush strokes instead of murderous intent. Powder wouldn't have forgiven him, he thought. But it didn't matter, because Powder was dead and he had no interest in asking for Jinx's forgiveness.

"You need to leave." He pushed himself up on one arm. To his surprise, she didn't try to keep him down, but rather wordlessly helped him to sit up. "Now."

"No."

Realization hit the bottom of his stomach like a punch to the gut. "How do you even know where this place is?" 

She scoffed. "Are you kidding? I followed you a thousand times. Duh."

They knew. They had found them. A long time ago. If they hadn't attacked yet, that could only mean they had a terrifying fate ready for them. But they couldn't leave. They'd work too hard for their taste of paradise to give it up without a fight.

"What's Silco planning?" He seized her by the shoulders. "You have to tell me. What's he gonna do to us?"

"Silco doesn't know where you guys are."

His hands dropped. "What?"

"Only I know," she winked. "It's my secret."

"Why? Why didn't you tell him, if you knew?"

She shrugged. "He never asked."

He didn't find the words to answer that. So he didn't. He just stared at her unkempt braids and her bangs that stuck to her face. He belatedly realized he was drenched as well. That was why he felt so heavy. His coat had soaked up water like a sponge and his scarf had drawn so tightly around his neck he was almost choking. The covers around him were damp already. 

Her eyes followed his and dropped on his clothes. "Come on, Boy Savior, let's get you out of those wet clothes."

She tugged at the lapels of his coat, but he snatched her wrist before she could pull it off him. "You need to leave."

"No." She closed her fist around the fabric, even as he held her hand as far away from him as his strength allowed him. "You're gonna go cold. Too early for that. You need to die first."

"I'll handle myself."

"You can barely move."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Just let me—"

"Let you what?"

Her silence sizzled in the air between them for all of the fourteen seconds she held his gaze (he counted). They'd gone darker, her eyes. Beyond all the the light in your eyes is gone bullshit, they seemed several shades deeper now. Maybe it was the poor lighting in his room. Maybe it was a natural effect of aging. How come it was such a surprise for him? He should have been with her for so much time he couldn't tell the differences between one day and the other until they found old photos and laughed at how much they'd changed since then. But no. He was there, in the moment, finding new things he had no way of knowing were there.

She had freckles on her nose now, and maybe they were why he loosened his grip on her when she said, "let me help. For once, let me do something right. Just one thing, one time. Let me help."

He gave up and rested his head back against the wall. She started with the coat, slowly sliding it off his shoulders. It was a weight off his back, almost immediate. She undid his utility belt and laid it on the desk, careful not to break anything. He didn't do anything to stop her from unwrapping his scarf, but made no move to help either. After all, she wanted to help, right? So let her help, let her manage. 

Before she continued with the last layer of clothing, she got up to get new clothes to replace the wet ones with. Ekko closed his eyes. There was nothing in his closet he wanted to keep from her, or at the very least, nothing he could keep from her. Fabric rustled as she rummaged through the drawer. She was humming about bombs and bullets and tricks. Weird song. What was the original like? Powder— Jinx didn't have the best sense of rhythm and melody. For all he knew, she was singing gibberish to a made-up tune. 

He jerked up when she tugged at his shirt. She immediately raised her hands in surrender. "Pinky promise I'm not making a weird move on you."